"NO DOGS ALLOWED"

So this is the last chapter and hope you will like it well I don't care if you don't like my stories because I am just writing my stories for my fun. And if you mind it so sorry. Okay, forget it I am writing this chapter I mean it's the last chapter and I am not in my own I am so excited. What can I do just read it!

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After the game, Emily wanted to treat her friends the hot chocolate at Hawatari's, but first they had to shop at Hilary's house to drop Marty off and so Hilary could change her pants too. They all felt badly about leaving him. 'If we were in Paris," Hilary said, "Marty could come."

"That's so cool," enthused Emily, who had tucked Marty under her arm. "Let's start a petition here. After all, dogs have rights, too!"

"You have got to run for office someday, Emily," cheered Ming Ming.

Emily grinned. "Maybe I will. Somebody's got to save this plant from the unfair rules… it might as well be me!" then she smushed her face into Marty's face, whereupon he gave her a big slurps kiss right on her mouth.

"That's so gross, Emily," said Mariah as she made a face. Mariah was not a fun of slurps dog. To undignified.

"Did you hear that, Marty? You have been insulted by a girl," said Emily to Marty as she scratched his tummy.

"He'll get over it," added Mariah sarcastically.

Hilary laughed. "Mariah, you have to come to Paris. You would not believe how much people loved their dogs there. They have better clothes for their dogs than even all of those fancy movie stars do."

Mariah suddenly seemed interested. "You know, I was thinking of dogs outfit for Mr. Marte here … maybe a little beret and sweater." Emily looked skeptical, as if the idea of Marty in a designer beret didn't quite sit with her.

Hilary, who had lived all over the world before she came home to Brookline, clapped her hands enthusiastically. She lived in Australia, Africa, and most recently Paris. And even though they wouldn't let the dogs into the café here, she thought Mariah's idea was just so awesome. "Marty with a French beret and a sweater would quite bring Paris here. I love it!"

Hilary really liked living in Brookline, Massachusetts. The Bey-blade Girls were here, and it felt like home. And it was where she had lived when she was a little girl, when her mother was alive. Sometimes Hilary and her dad would have breakfast on Newbury Street, Boston's fashion center. Afterwards they would walk around the corner and look up at the apartment they hadd all lived in when Hilary's mom was still alive. It seemed to comfort them both.

Emily settled Marty into the colorful little doghouse Julia had recently painted for him. It had a cut-out door so he could come and go whenever he wanted to, fancy trompe l'oeil ( which means "trick of eyes" in French) painted windows with curtains and a window box and cute little tulips and daffodils.

Emily thought it looked kind of girly for a boy dog, but Marty loved his little house. Over the past few weeks, he had dragged all his toys inside as well as a few other items he fancied, like one of Mariah's pillows… and an empty box of dog cookies.

Still, even though he loved his house, Marty didn't want to stay there today. Determined to come along, he followed them to the door.

"Stay," Emily said firmly. Marty hung his head and looked a little crushed.

"I'll bring you back part of my bunuelo," Julia promised. Marty licked his lips.

Everyone laughed.

"Sometimes," Julia said as they turned to go, "I could swear that dog understands what we're talking about."

Emily stayed behind for a minute, tossing Happy Lucky Thingy, Marty's most favorite chew toy, around with the "little dude" until he got tired enough from his favorite game to lie down and take dog nap.

"There you go," Emily said, putting Happy Lucky Thingy under his head like a little pillow. Before Emily reached the door, Marty was snoring softly.

"I wish I had a camera," Ming Ming said, looking back through the doorway. "I think we should send the picture to a famous movie producer. He is too adorable for words."

"Can't you just see it? Marty riding in a limo, pulling up to the red carpet for Oscar night. It would be so cool."

"Emily, you're beginning to sound like me," Ming Ming laughed. Emily joined in. there were no people who were less alike than Emily and Ming Ming. Ming Ming was all pink and flashy, while Emily was the sporty girl. It was amazing they were such good friends. But they were.

Hiwatari's Bakery was warm and cozy. Steam streaked the windows. The whole place smelled of chocolate and cinnamon. Mouths watered before even ordering.

Emily ordered hot chocolate for her friends. Julia had gotten everyone hooked on Hiwatari's bunuelo, so they all chipped in and shared one, saving a tiny piece for Marty.

Kai Hiwatari, whose parents owned the lace, brought the hot chocolates over the table. Kai was so cute. Even if they didn't have a crush on him, girls liked to drool over his big Black eyes, his grey hairs, and his friendly little smile.(Just a joke a smile on Kai's face! No way!). the Bey-blade girls felt lucky to have seats